"Although I won’t learn it for now, I’ll ultimately learn it thoroughly in the future." Angel was quite certain about this.
"Then that’s settled. The doubts you don’t understand now, you’ll figure out when you’re stronger in the future." Tree Spirit blinked: "That’s about right, isn’t it?"
"So, as long as you can use it, it’s fine. Study it slowly when you have the ability later."
This time, Tree Spirit’s words seemed reasonable, but to Angel, they had a hint of sophistry. He might not understand the principles of the Shapeshifting Technique, but they have been summarized by predecessors; it’s just a matter of time to learn them. But where would he start learning the Green Vein System, in the Nightmare Realm?
Angel couldn’t divulge the truth about the Green Vein System entirely to Tree Spirit, so he just sighed and chose not to elaborate on the topic.
Tree Spirit was also happy that Angel didn’t continue discussing; he was more eager for Angel to quickly treat these people.
Under Tree Spirit’s urging gaze, Angel finally focused his attention on the wooden vine cocoon above.
Through Tree Spirit’s explanation, Angel learned that the wooden vine cocoon is a cage made by Tree Spirit to prevent these people from exhausting the Life Pool. The wooden vine cocoon is quite sturdy and difficult to break free from, but the cocoon isn’t sealed; there are gaps between the vines, which do not hinder Angel’s use of the Green Vein.
After confirming this, Angel said to Tree Spirit: "Then I’ll start."
Tree Spirit nodded eagerly, looking at Angel expectantly.
Angel’s gaze first landed on the six wooden vine cocoons closest to the Life Pool; these six housed the Official Wizards afflicted with madness. As for the other cocoons, they contained Wizard Apprentices.
Angel looked at the nearest wooden vine cocoon, emitting a faint green glow, and the green pattern on his right eye, right hand, and right forearm emerged.
He gently extended his fingertip, the leaping green pattern gathered at Angel’s fingertip, forming into a misty light point with an elegant stance.
The light point contained the combinatory structure Angel had researched over the past few days.
Angel flicked his finger softly, and the light point transformed into a glowing green stream, rushing into the first wooden vine cocoon.
Seconds later, Angel gently nodded to Tree Spirit.
Tree Spirit swiftly retrieved the first cocoon, and as the wooden vine disappeared, the figure inside fell to the ground.
Pale and gaunt cheeks, a pitch-black magic robe, and a bone staff. Angel recognized this person; it was Rococo’s Mentor, "Whisper of the Netherworld" Duncan.
After leaving the cocoon, Duncan initially had red-rimmed eyes, but soon, the bloodshot faded away, restoring clarity.
He glanced up at Tree Spirit and Angel, seemingly wanting to say something, but before he could speak, he fainted to the ground.
Tree Spirit propped him up and placed a hand on Duncan’s brow.
After a moment, Tree Spirit beamed at Angel: "There’s no problem; his madness is cured, though his Spirit Sea is slightly depleted... Serves him right."
Tree Spirit was initially joyful, but quickly realized Duncan had absorbed a substantial amount of life essence in recent days, his expression changed, and he directly threw Duncan out of the range covered by the life essence.
Fortunately, Duncan was a wizard; if he were ordinary, such a toss would likely result in missing limbs.
"Continue, continue." Since Duncan could be saved, the others surely could as well, Tree Spirit urged eagerly.
Angel didn’t hesitate either, second, third, fourth...
Soon, the last Official Wizard was also rescued.
Their reactions were nearly identical to Duncan’s: first regaining consciousness for a few seconds, then promptly fainting due to damage to the Spirit Sea. They appeared lifeless, but in reality, their injuries would heal with enough resources.
Once their Spirit Sea injuries are healed, their essence of life will have changed, making this a rewarding experience rather than a loss.
Thinking of this, Tree Spirit looked at these unconscious wizards with a fierce expression.
After rescuing the Official Wizards, it was the apprentices’ turn.
However, just as Angel prepared to heal the apprentices, a pure white pigeon suddenly flew through the Eternal Tree’s wall, coming in directly from the outside world.
Tree Spirit gently waved his hand, capturing the pigeon.
He examined the note on the pigeon and furrowed his brows slightly.
"Angel, you continue rescuing them; I’ll be out for a few minutes and return shortly." With that, Tree Spirit vanished, but reappeared in two seconds to remind Angel: "Almost forgot to tell you, throw all the rescued people to the outer circle; it’s fine to be lenient while they’re sick, but once they’re healed, don’t pamper them."
With these words, Tree Spirit disappeared again.
Angel stood in thought for a moment. He was familiar with the pure white pigeon flying into this space. It symbolized a magic power node in the Mirror World, practically granting entrance to the Barbarian Cave core circle to establish one’s own territory. Angel also had one, temporarily placed on Illusion Demon Island.
Besides its symbolic meaning, the pure white pigeon could transmit information. Tree Spirit received some kind of news, which prompted his departure.
Judging from Tree Spirit’s frown, did something happen outside?
Angel didn’t consider it further; even if something did occur, it probably wasn’t significant. Otherwise, Tree Spirit wouldn’t have taken the time to remind Angel to toss the rescued people to the outer circle.
With this thought, Angel set aside worries about the outer world and continued treating the mad patients suspended in midair.